And lick the blood.
I taste it already,
I taste it in my soul.
I could fry my skin,
Brand my flesh so deep,
I hear it already,
I hear the sizzle and
Smell the scent
Of burning flesh.
I could shoot myself,
Through the temple,
Or, the gut?
I see it already,
Lying on the floor,
Staining the rug with pain.
I could overdose,
On all the pretty pills I’ve collected.
I feel it now,
The vomit burning up my throat,
I feel the loss of consciousness.
Will I do any of these tonight?
Who knows?
Maybe I’ll go through more hell
Because I don’t.
Age 16